What Buddy Was Lyrics

54-40 What Buddy Was

I'm on my way
I'm on my way back home
The hours have gone cold

Tunnel, a hole for a man
Who wouldn't sorry be
Seems like a baggage for a trade

Some will say they knew the day before
Now as then is all the rage

But they drove away
What about the play
No one left to, no one left to call

Buddy was a lover
Lover with bad blood
Buddy's life is over and out of time

Buddy was a lover
Lover with the bad blood

Buddy was a lover
Lover with the bad blood

Lover with bad blood
Lover with bad blood

Lover with bad blood
Lover with bad blood